An Odyssey

Brown suit, Hefty voice, Subduing charm. 'Dreams Sold Here!, Pick one if you may', he told. It is an unfinished post. I couldn't finish it. Anyway Somethings better than nothing. Its been some time, I know. I was getting adjusted to one of those dreams that I bought. Life in a different city is exciting with lots of places to see, different people, different climate, different culture. But  when you weigh all these differences ,there is  always the one which makes the weighing machine go beserk. I think you got it right. Sheesh.. Why don't dreams come free!! Click To Subscribe Rate This Post

  This stunning image is from aussiegall's photostream on flickr The cocoa garden behind our rented little house was my favorite haunt. I spent my time climbing the small trees and chasing the brownish orange hens that were always pecking around in our backyard. When the evenings caught up with time, I would run back to the vicinity of the Grampoo tree near the kitchen. The cocoa trees were scary after dark. They seemed to be stripped of  all friendly essence that they showed to me all morning. It was during such evenings that she appeared in the empty plot nearby gathering wood.

photo by h.koppdelaney on Flickr I wanted to stay till everyone left. To see everyone off, To wish a very good bye, Before I start on this journey of mine. But life isn't that way, Is it? Always bereft. Every single laugh Canceled out by a cry, Negating all positives with the pass of time. It is never easy, being Change's subject. The heaviness of loss, The ebbing of joy, Desperate attempts to foil Fate's design. Now my name is on the rolls, And I hear him knocking at my door..... Its a reflection back on my life.. Change has come many at times and I have been forced to move on... So heres my thoughts on that in words... Status : Missing friends back at Bangalore.... Click To Subscribe Rate This Post

By pincel3d on deviant art An empty reflection in the mirror, Of Twenty and hundred pounds. I, the worthless wayside whore, Had her dreams for a day crowned. That moment was Chance's child, Whom Fate did father wrong. A day to spend, a night to dine, Nothing more - a request queerly odd. A day we spent in eternal bliss, A day together, forever remembered. Helios' chariots gave way for Selene's grace, He bid his fare and in the shadows retreated. Never made love in a way as such, Hearts embraced and flesh withdrawn. Never made love in a way as such, In Passion's triumph, lust overthrown. I know its strange And the feeling stranger. But I can't explain how I felt When I made love with the stranger. An empty reflection in the mirror, Of Twenty and hundred pounds. I, the worthless wayside whore, Had her dreams for a day crowned. [ I tried my best to capture a story i had in my mind as a short poem. I hope you guys got the story... :) . The title is in french

Photo By h-k-d T he night was new. I walked out of the air conditioned hotel lobby. A blast of hot air caught my face.The air was annoyingly warm. I ran a hand through my hair as I waited admist the shimmering lights of Chennai's traffic for an auto. Chennai - the city where you get ripped by the autowallah's, fried by the sun and interrogated by foriegners. But I was happy. The interrogation was a success and I had been granted a Visa to the USA.

[Cafe Writing March April Project : http://www.cafewriting.com/2009/03/marchapril-2009-project-in-the-garden/ Option One : Poetry Weather means more when you have a garden. There’s nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans. ~Marcelene Cox Using the quotation above as your inspiration, write a poem (any form is fine) about weather meaning more. ] [Photo By : wGGta on Flickr] S plattery Splat Splattery Spalt, The rain drops drummed on the window pane. The sun and clouds in mortal fight, No Longer scorched the soil remains. Croakery Croak Croakery Croak, the big green frog in my garden cries. Pussycat dear from his noon nap woke, the time is here to mince more mice. Rickety Rock Rickety rock, Under my burden the wooden chair grunts. And a mug of cream and coffee thick, Would you wish or anymore want? Screakery Squeak Screakery Squeak, I hear the hinge on the farmhouse door. A howling wind unab

This was taken in Bylekuppe [WIKI] It   is the second largest Tibetan settlement outside Tibet. Click To Subscribe Rate This Post

[This lovely piece of art is by Julianne . See it on Flickr] I wish i could see her every night, Every day in every sight. So stare, and stare would I, Eyes fixed on a cloudless sky. I wish that she would dance, She would fly in a graceful stance. A silky gown she would wear, And give the sky a shiny scar to bear. I wish i could hold her hands, Hold her close and hold her tight, Embrace her into a lovely waltz, Which would even the heavens exalt. I wish I could survive, Could dream and could stay alive, In hope of the day I would unite With my ever eluding woman of light. ***** [ I am sure most of you haven't any clue as to what i am rhyming about. The story goes like this. I have never seen a falling star in my life (so uncool, i KNOW!!). This attempt at a poem is for the lady of my life whoever she might be and wherever she might be, because I haven't seen her either. So I thought it might be appropriate to compare her with a falling star, neither of whom have met in m

Dark Forces and Evil Creatures.. BEWARE (that "beware" goes to the moral police as well) Here he comes to scratch your back.. Your Friendly Neighborhood Mysterious Splintery Splinter.. [Enjoyed a lot making myself a hero. Try for yourself @ The Hero Factory ] Click To Subscribe Rate This Post

[Photo By : Midiman] B eing an inquisitive 9 year old, I was always confused about the concept of heaven and hell. If both existed why couldn't we see it? How will I know in advance where I will go? And can we come back to earth if we want to sometimes, like Mahabali does once in a year Or is that only for privileged persons and VVIPs? I knew a person who had the answer for it all, Ammoomma. She knew everything. She knew how Vamanan had killed Mahabali. So logically she ought to know how it was at hell and heaven. So I decided to ask the knowledgeable one. Ammomma was sitting on the portico singing her bhajans as she always does in the evening. There was a light breeze outside. The hibiscus leaves rustled. Its flowers had just been sacrificed in the puja room.The light jasmine fragrance of burning incense floated in the air. I went and laid my head on Ammoomma's lap. 'Ammomme... Ammmomme... Ee swargavum narakvum evideya?' (where is heaven and hell?) 'Where will I

[ Image Courtesy: http://www.istockphoto.com] This post was written by me successfully during the GATE exam 2009. Three hours of peace from the noisy life of Bangalore, just for a cost of Rs.1000/-.Apply now!!! Waking up early on a Sunday morning is a bad sign. Waking up on a Sunday morning after a party with friends the previous night to write an exam -- the worst sign. The alarm played the perfect part of the dream destroyer that morning as well. After one hour of relentless ringing I had to give up to the irritating power of Evanescence's wake me up inside ... I had got ready to leave home but I had one more task to complete before I could be there for the exam. I had to find the way to the exam center. I was able to reach the holy place, a well 1 hour 15 minutes before time, with lot of help from blore's own Auto bhaiyyas. I thought i would be the one to reach there first. But i was greeted by the faces of those guys who were going to have more beautiful wives and cars tha

[Photo Coutesy : jamuraa] I got this tag this Maverrick who got it from Sailor who got it from Sneha. [I hope the tag is not an Evil plan by some Evil Warlord to get information about me so that he can overpower me and take over the world]. Here goes.. 1)What is your occupation? I am a central goverment employee*. *Conditions Apply ( Psst. I heard there is no value in the marriage market for Software engineers . We are a depreciating asset now.) 2)What colour are your socks now? Never ask a bachelor about his socks >:- 3)What are you listening to now? I'm hearing Bhumika's voice on the phone persuading me to go to innovative film city this weekend. 4)What was the last thing you ate? Lemme see: Wheat flour, (UN)cooked on a flat or slightly concave iron griddle and Dark yellow colour potato, tomato and onion paste sprinkled with garlic seasoning.. For those illiterate guys, lets say : Roti and aloo curry from the cafeteria. 5)Can you dri

[Photo by : aloshbennett ] T he year 2008 was a year for news about Olympics ,Mumbai and Obama. In Olympics it was of course a great year for India. And there was a good reason for the papers to celebrate the crowning of the three young men at the Beijing Olympics. But Beijing was also a photographers paradise. The most hyped and most ceremonious Olympic meet yet, there were enough photos available to the papers to fill all their pages. But with in a months time Olympics lost its charm in the papers, even though Bindraji gets a mention here and there and in TV Ads. Teacher: Who won the bronze In Olympic wrestling for India? Appu : mmmm... i know... iknow.. i know... The Great Khali Now that Olympics is over and none of the athletes are making news, the best knowledge people would have of wrestling would be of unusually tall men with loads of meat on their body shaped like bricks. Then came the Mumbai tragedy. Which was a jolt to India, Indian politics, Media, and the security force

The rain had passed. The air was filled with sweet music. The music of water drops falling into puddles. It was on such a day 4 years back that I had lost Sophie. If only she was here with me. My heart began filling with heaviness. My eyes blurred. The heaviness was a sleep inducer. I would soon become tired and fall asleep. My ears received the sounds of outside as though it was a healer. It was like nature was sympathizing with me. I felt a palm on my hands. A gentle voice called me. 'Appacha..'. I could be dreaming. I opened my eyes and saw my son looking at me with gentle eyes. The tears came back. Tears, a companion all along the way, in your sorrows and joys. 'My Son, I thought you wouldn't come this year. I didn't see any letters, i thought...' 'Appacha, how can I forget. You know how hard it is for me to leave you alone here'. I was so happy, the heaviness i felt before was gone. 'Where are the kids?', i asked 'They are not coming..

Happy New Year to all of you guys out there. I know its way too "early" to wish you a happy new year but i was a bit indisposed to write blog posts. I hope all of you are holding on tight to your resolutions. As for my resolutions I am thinking of Bidding them a final Good bye. But I have followed them till today. Its pretty hard having a list of resolutions. A list whose beginning you forget by the time you reach the end. As for blogging in the new year. I hope to continue blogging. And as recession sets in i think may be I have a chance to be a full time blogger. :) All the best to you. May God Bless you. Click To Subscribe Rate This Post